Season Two: Finale (1)

You find yourself in one of SM’s private gyms. A smaller, more exclusive space reserved for senior artists. The only sounds are the faint hum of the air conditioning and Seulgi’s shaky breathing.

Seulgi is leaning back against the mirrored wall, her leggings pulled down to her knees, legs spread as wide as the fabric allows. Her sports bra is pushed up, exposing her toned stomach and perky tits. She’s trembling, one hand gripping the bar behind her for support, the other tangled in your hair.

You’re on your knees between her legs, face buried in her pussy. You drag your tongue slowly up her slit, savoring her taste, before focusing on her swollen clit. You suck it gently into your mouth, flicking your tongue over the sensitive bud in steady, relentless circles.

Seulgi lets out a broken whimper, her hips jerking forward.

“Oh my god…”

You hum against her, the vibration making her thighs shake harder. You keep most of your attention on her clit and pussy, licking, sucking, occasionally sliding your tongue inside her to taste her dripping arousal. Every time her moans start climbing higher, you pull back just a little, only to dive back in.

But occasionally, you shift lower. You drag your tongue down to her tight little asshole, giving it a slow, teasing lick. Seulgi gasps sharply, her whole body jolting at the unfamiliar sensation.

“Ah-! There-wait-”

You don’t stay long. Just enough to give her a taste of what’s coming soon. Then you move back up to her clit, sucking harder, making her forget the brief tease.

Seulgi’s legs are shaking violently at the teasing. Her free hand flies to her mouth, trying to muffle her moans, but it’s useless.

“You taste amazing.”

You murmur against her soaked pussy.

“So fucking sweet.”

Seulgi whines, her hips grinding desperately against your face.

“Don’t stop-please-I’m so close…”

You focus on her clit again, tongue moving faster, two fingers sliding into her tight pussy and curling upward to hit that perfect spot. Seulgi’s back arches, her abs flexing as she trembles on the edge.

The combination is too much for her. With a choked cry, she cums hard on your tongue, her pussy gushing around your fingers as her thighs clamp around your head. Her whole body shakes uncontrollably, soft, desperate whimpers spilling from her lips while you keep licking her through her orgasm.

The gym is quiet again, save for Seulgi’s heavy, ragged breathing as she slowly comes down from her orgasm. Her legs are still trembling, one hand gripping the bar, the other your head. You give her clit one last gentle lick, then pull back and stand up. Seulgi’s eyes are glassy, cheeks flushed, lips parted as she tries to catch her breath.

Before she can fully recover, you turn her around. Seulgi lets out a soft, surprised whimper as you spin her, pressing her front against the wall, the bar digging into her hips. Her ass is now right in front of your face. And you don’t waste time. You spread her cheeks apart with both hands and dive in. Your tongue immediately finds her tight little hole, licking broad, wet stripes over it before circling the rim. Seulgi’s reaction is instant. A loud, broken moan escapes her as her legs start shaking harder.

“Oh fuck!”

You eat her ass greedily, tongue pressing inside her tight ring, licking and sucking while your hands knead her soft cheeks. Seulgi’s moans grow louder and more desperate, her forehead pressed against the wall as her body trembles.

“Shit-that feels so-ahh-dirty-don’t stop-”

Her legs are shaking so violently now that you have to hold her hips steady to keep her upright. She’s moaning louder than before, completely lost in the sensation of your tongue on her ass.

Suddenly-

The sound of the door opening echoes through the gym. Both of you freeze instantly. Seulgi’s eyes go wide with panic. You quickly pull your face away from her ass and stand up. You help her yank her leggings back up over her hips while she whimpers softly, still sensitive and unsteady on her feet.

You move fast, stepping over to the rack of dumbbells and grabbing a random pair, pretending to use them. Seulgi collapses onto a nearby bench, crossing her legs tightly and trying to look like she’s just taking a break, breathing hard and flushed.

A second later, Wendy rounds the corner.

She’s wearing tight gray leggings that hug her toned legs and a black cropped top. The top is sheer enough to show the bra underneath, and it exposes a generous amount of her toned midriff. Her hair is tied back, and she’s carrying a small water bottle.

“Oh-hey.”

She says, blinking in surprise.

“I didn’t know anyone else was using this gym today.”

She looks between you and Seulgi, tilting her head slightly. Seulgi is still visibly flushed, breathing a little too hard, while you’re standing there holding dumbbells you clearly weren’t actually using.

Wendy’s eyes narrow just a fraction, a small, curious smile forming on her lips.

“…Everything okay?”

Seulgi forces a smile.

“Y-yeah. Just… working out.”

You nod, trying to look casual. Wendy doesn’t look convinced, especially since you aren’t even at the same company. So what are you doing here? Just working out with Seulgi?

Wendy walks past you with a casual stride, but as she does, she turns her head slightly and suddenly gives you a teasing wink. Her eyes sparkle with knowing amusement before she continues toward the treadmill area.

That single wink makes your heart stutter. You suddenly remember what Yeri said in her car, the first time she made her move on you.

“Wendy told me herself. After your radio show together. She said you must be packing.”

And now, after what happened with Yeri in the bathroom… the pictures, the stall, the way Yeri had been so eager to send them…

You’re almost certain Wendy knows. The thought makes your stomach tighten. How much does she know? Did Yeri tell her everything? Or did Wendy only hear stuff about you with her? Maybe Joy mentioned something?

You try to push the thought aside and actually focus on working out. You pick up a pair of dumbbells and start doing some shoulder presses, but your concentration is shot. Seulgi eventually pulls herself together too. She stands up from the bench, still a little shaky on her legs, and moves over to the leg press machine. She adjusts the weight and starts her set, but you can tell she’s still sensitive. Every movement makes her bite her lip and breathe a little harder than usual.

The gym feels far too small now. You keep stealing glances. At Seulgi, her tight leggings hugging her ass and thighs as she pushes through her reps, the faint sheen of sweat on her exposed midriff. At Wendy, her top riding up every time she moves on the treadmill, showing off that smooth, toned stomach you’ve fantasized about since your dream. The way her leggings cling to her legs and ass as she runs is impossible to ignore.

Both of them have incredible bodies. Tight, fit, and currently glistening with the beginning of a workout sweat. It’s incredibly hard to concentrate. Every time you try to focus on your own sets, your eyes drift. Seulgi’s ass flexing on the leg press. Wendy’s tits bouncing slightly with each stride on the treadmill. The way both of them occasionally glance in your direction when they think you’re not looking.

The air in the gym feels thick with tension.

Wendy finishes another set on the treadmill and slows it to a walk. She wipes her forehead with the back of her wrist, then casually glances over at Seulgi, who is still focused on the leg press machine with her back turned to the bench area.

A small, mischievous smile curves Wendy’s lips. She steps off the treadmill and walks toward the flat bench.

“Hey.”

She says sweetly, loud enough for Seulgi to potentially hear if she were paying attention.